Wealth Domination System-Chapter 13: Enter the Heiress

The glass doors of Noir Lounge swung open, and Charles walked in like he belonged there. No hesitation. No doubt.

Just confidence.

The bouncer gave him a brief nod—not because he was recognized, but because of the aura Charles carried now. Clean-cut black shirt, stylish dark jeans, fresh trim. His presence said one thing: power.

He found his table near the back. A quiet corner. High-end jazz played under the dim lights, and wealthy elites laughed over overpriced wine. The kind of place he used to deliver food to. Now, he was a guest.

"Mr. Charles, your reserved seat," the waitress said softly, placing a menu before him with a slight bow.

Reserved. That word felt better than any label they used to call him before—loser, broke-ass, delivery boy.

His phone buzzed.

> SYSTEM TASK COMPLETE.

"Make a reservation in a high-end venue without asking for a discount."

Reward: +$10,000, Network Access Unlocked.

He smirked. The money was good. But the network? That was what he came for tonight.

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Two Hours Earlier

Charles had received a strange call from Damian Kane, an investment broker who helped billionaires double their fortunes.

"I don’t usually call people out of the blue, Charles," Damian said. "But someone shared your crypto moves. You flipped $2,000 into fifty grand in a week. That’s not luck—that’s instinct."

"And?" Charles asked, playing it cool.

"There’s a small circle forming. Young entrepreneurs, new wealth, private deals. We call it The Table. I want to invite you. Tonight. Noir Lounge. 8 PM."

Charles didn’t hesitate. "I’ll be there."

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Back in the lounge, Charles adjusted his collar and scanned the room.

Then she walked in.

Red heels. Tight black dress. Glossed lips. And a confidence that made the whole room dim.

Heads turned. Men stared. Women whispered.

She walked past all of them, directly to him.

"You’re Charles," she said.

Her voice was low. Clear. And somehow sweet and sharp at the same time.

"I am," he replied.

"I’ve heard about you. Crypto genius. Fast rise. First-gen rich."

"And you are?"

"Lena Valtieri," she said, extending a hand. "Heiress of Valtieri Holdings. And now, your newest problem."

Charles arched a brow. "Problem?"

She sat down, crossed her legs slowly, and smiled. "I hate being bored. And you, Charles, are not boring."

---

They talked for fifteen minutes. Mostly Lena doing the talking. She was smart, quick-witted, and unfiltered.

Charles kept his responses minimal—just enough to keep her interested.

Then Damian Kane arrived with two other men. One in a suit worth more than Charles’ old apartment. The other, young and quiet, with gold-rimmed glasses and an expensive watch.

"Charles, Lena," Damian greeted. "Glad to see you two met."

"You knew she’d be here?" Charles asked.

Damian smiled. "You two have similar... energy."

The group ordered wine. Talks began. Stocks. Real estate. Overseas startups.

Charles held his own, shocking even Damian when he casually dropped insights the system had given him just hours ago.

> 📲 SYSTEM TIP: Invest in green energy futures before Monday. Growth surge imminent.

"Green energy’s about to boom," Charles said, sipping his drink. "Most of you are late."

The man with the glasses narrowed his eyes. "You sure?"

"Bet on it," Charles said.

Lena’s smile widened. "I like dangerous men."

---

After an hour, the conversation quieted. Damian leaned in toward Charles.

"There’s a deal coming up," he said. "An abandoned block downtown. The city’s about to approve it for redevelopment. Inside info."

"How do I get in?" Charles asked.

"You need half a million by next Friday. Think you can handle that?"

Charles didn’t blink. "I’ll double it."

The others laughed, but Damian’s eyes sharpened.

---

Later that night

Charles stepped outside. The cool air slapped his skin, reminding him he still lived in a tiny studio and had to hustle for every edge.

Lena followed him out, her heels clicking against the pavement.

"You said you’d double five hundred grand. That wasn’t a bluff, was it?"

"I don’t bluff."

"Then what are you using?" she asked. "Luck? Ghost investors?"

He smiled. "I see things others don’t."

"Careful," she said. "Talk like that will make people think you’re dangerous."

"I am," he replied.

She leaned in, close enough for him to smell her perfume.

"Good," she whispered. "I like dangerous."

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Just then, a loud screech echoed across the street.

A silver Lexus skidded to a halt.

The door flew open.

And out stepped Jade—Charles’ ex.

Red lipstick. High heels. Designer bag. All fake confidence.

"Charles," she said coldly, "I knew I’d find you here."

Lena raised an eyebrow. "Friend of yours?"

Charles didn’t answer.

Jade stormed up. "So this is what you’re doing now? Flashing money around like you forgot where you came from?"

"I remember exactly where I came from," Charles said. "And I’m not going back."

Jade scoffed. "You really think this is going to last? Money changes people. But I know the real you."

"You knew the version of me who needed saving," Charles said. "Now, I save myself."

Lena turned to Jade. "You’re the ex, aren’t you? The one who dumped him when he was broke."

Jade flushed. "This has nothing to do with you."

"Actually, it does," Lena said, smiling. "He’s with me now."

That wasn’t a lie—but it wasn’t true either. Yet.

Jade’s eyes flared. "You’ll regret this, Charles."

"I regret wasting my time on people who only loved the struggle, not the dream," Charles said flatly.

Jade spun on her heels and walked away, heels clacking like gunshots.

Lena watched her disappear, then turned to Charles.

"You’re cold," she said.

"I’m focused."

"I like that," she whispered, brushing her fingers over his collar. "Let’s see what happens when we burn a little hotter."

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Midnight. Charles’ Studio.

He sat on his old mattress, laptop open, system interface glowing.

> NEW SYSTEM TASK:

Secure $500,000 in liquid assets before Friday to unlock: [Wealth Tier 2 Upgrade]

Bonus: Exclusive Property Access + Influence Boost.

Charles stared at the countdown timer: 5 days, 17 hours.

His phone rang. Unknown number.

He picked up.

"Mr. Charles," said a smooth voice, "We have reviewed your application for the loan. But I have a better offer. Meet me tomorrow. Alone."

"Who is this?"

"Someone who sees your potential. And wants a piece."

Click.

Charles stared at the screen.

More doors were opening. But every one had a price.

And he was ready to pay it.

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